The bamboo cutter blinked, recalled, and then said slowly: "That night, Uncle Wang insisted that the person who took the calm knife was my accomplice, so I went after the person who took the knife. From the city all the way
I chased him into the forest and finally caught up with him. But in the middle I was cutting down trees and grilling fish, so it took some time. I was able to get the knife back today, but I didn't expect that Uncle Wang was already dead."
The old man with triangular eyes asked again: "Where did the person who took the knife go? How did you get the knife?"
The bamboo cutter said: "The man flew away, and he left the knife directly to me."
The young girl cried: "Master, he is clearly pretending to be stupid! He is the murderer of my father!"
Other disciples of the Golden Knife said: "Senior Song, this person is honest and simple on the surface, but in fact he is cunning and cunning. He acted openly and aboveboard that day, making us all lower our guard, but secretly sent his accomplices to steal the Leng Jin Knife. There is no conclusive evidence.
How could he tell the truth in front of him?"
Qi Yue said: "Uncle Song, we cannot make hasty judgments, nor can we just listen to his side of the story, lest others say that we have wronged a good person or indulged the real murderer. Let's take him to see the body of the head of the king first, and then confront him."
The old man with triangular eyes nodded: "Okay, just follow what nephew Qi said. Little brother, just come in."
The crowd parted again to make way. When the bamboo cutter passed through the middle, I felt that everyone's eyes were bigger than an angry buffalo and full of hostility, especially the girl named "Leifeng", who seemed to want to eat herself.
Same thing. I thought to myself: "They thought I killed Uncle Wang? But I didn't do it. I just need to tell them clearly."
The hall where Yan Yan used to talk and laugh has become a mourning hall with high white flags and white candles. There is a black ironwood coffin in the middle. The middle-aged man with triangular eyes walked over, patted the coffin lid, and whispered: "
Dear brother, I'm offended." He slapped the coffin body with his backhand, and the coffin stood up straight. The lid of the coffin was also opened from one side, revealing the body inside.
I saw Wang Yuanwei lying in the coffin wearing a black shroud, with his eyes closed and his face ashen. He had obviously been dead for a long time. Seeing Wang Yuanwei's body, many people present could not help but cry out. Some of them had been standing guard in the mourning hall.
The female family members dressed in filial piety even fainted from crying.
Seeing that everyone was sad, the bamboo cutter also felt sad. He placed the Lengjin knife in front of the coffin and bowed his head: "Uncle Wang, I brought the knife back to you! It's a pity that you can never see it again."
The young man with triangular eyes glanced at Leng Jin Dao and sighed: "The 'Golden Dao Patriarch' Wang Tianxiang has a close relationship with the Yunmo Sect. In Yuanwei Xiandi's generation, he even let his only daughter Lifeng worship him.
Come into my sect. The day before yesterday, I received the news that my good brother had suffered a tragic death, so I came with Leifeng non-stop. Now I will spare no effort to give him justice."
After saying that, he turned to look at the bamboo cutter: "I am the Yunmo Sect's 'Song Xiao'. Thanks to friends in the world, he has a nickname called 'Yi Po Yunxiao'. Little brother, now that this has happened, it's time for you to tell the truth."
Bar!"
The bamboo cutter shook his head: "I have no name. If you want to call me little brother, just call me little brother. If you want to call me bamboo cutter, just call me bamboo cutter."
Song Xiao said: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me your real name. I just want to find out the real culprit who killed Wang Xiandi."
"But I really didn't kill him." The bamboo cutter said, "I have been in the forest and just returned to the city today."
The girl "Wang Lifeng" glared at him fiercely: "My father is a master of martial arts, but for a young man like you, you can't kill him. You can only use poisonous tactics to assassinate him! The 'Netherworld Ghost Palm' on his chest is the ironclad proof!"
Another disciple of the Golden Sword said: "Not only that, the leader is wearing black silkworm treasure clothes, ordinary swords cannot cause him such injuries."
"What kind of injury is it?"
The bamboo cutter looked confused.
Song Xiao bowed again to Wang Yuanwei's corpse. When he stood up, he drew out the narrow knife from his waist. The knife flashed and the black shroud slipped off the corpse. But when he saw Wang Yuanwei's naked upper body, someone had cut it from his right shoulder to his left waist.
The whole thing was cut into two pieces, and now they are all sewn together with needle and thread. There is also a black palm print on the left side of the chest.
Immediately afterwards, a golden sword disciple brought up a piece of black clothing, which was also broken into two pieces. Song Xiao put away the narrow knife, took a piece of black clothing, and covered his palm: "Master Nephew Qi, chop it."
"yes!"
Qi Yue drew out his saber and slashed it towards Song Xiao's palm.
The fire splashed and the blade flew away, but not a single knife mark was left on the black clothes.
Song Xiao showed the black clothes to everyone and said: "This clothes is made of Tianzhou black silk. Ordinary swords can't even penetrate it. Wang Xiandi was wearing a treasured clothes when he was killed. Even his body and clothes were cut off, leaving only two pieces."
There are two possibilities. One is that the level of internal strength is extremely high, at least reaching the 'fifth level' of internal strength; the other possibility is that the knife used to kill Wang Xiandi is both very sharp and extremely heavy."
Then he added: "Looking at Yunzhou, there are only a few masters who have reached the fifth level of internal strength, and none of them has the motive to murder Wang Xiandi. And there is probably only one knife that meets the requirements in Yunzhou."
Everyone present knew the answer: besides this cold golden knife, what else could there be?
Song Xiao then pointed to the black palm print on Wang Yuanwei's left chest: "In the whole world, there is only one vicious palm technique that can cause such harm through treasure clothes, and it is the Demon Sect's 'Netherworld Ghost Palm'! However, the members of the Demon Sect have disappeared for many years.
The one who got hit last time was one of my nephews."
Qi Yue said: "Junior Brother Liu was injured by the Netherworld Ghost Palm that night. The disciples of the Golden Blade Sect and other junior brothers witnessed it at that time. Now that Junior Brother Liu has returned to Yunwu Mountain to recuperate, we don't know when the injury will heal.
well."
As Song Xiao explained, everyone present became more and more certain of the murderer's identity, but the bamboo cutter was confused and asked: "Is a dirty silkworm a very dirty silkworm? What does the fifth mirror look like?
Mirror? I heard about grinding last time. Is it a place where tofu is ground? How could Uncle Wang, a carpenter, have a grudge against the tofu grinder? "
"Rat, don't insult my Golden Sword Sect!"
"Senior Song, this guy is definitely the murderer, please take him down!"
The Golden Sword disciples were extremely angry. If they had not known that they were not the enemy of the Bamboo Cutters, they would have taken action.
Wang Lifeng had heard about the bamboo cutter coming to challenge him before, and knew that his sword skills were not weak, and that he also had an accomplice from the Demon Cult, who might be a member of the Demon Cult. After listening to Song Xiao's analysis, she was completely convinced that the bamboo cutter was in her heart.
It was the murderer who immediately drew a knife on the other person, jumped up and tried to kill him.
This time there was no one to stop her, and the silver knife cut straight into the target's head in an arc. The bamboo cutter didn't even bother to suffer the blow, he quickly turned sideways to avoid the blade, and then pinched and pulled the target with his right hand as fast as he could.
Wang Lifeng snatched the knife from her hand directly.
Wang Lifeng made a move in anger, but the knife was suddenly snatched away from her. She lost all strength under her feet, her center of gravity completely leaned forward, and she couldn't help but throw herself to the ground. Qi Yue's eyes quickened, he stepped over and hugged her around the waist, and turned around and shouted: "Everyone, be careful.
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"Shua la la" there was a sound of drawing swords. Both the disciples of the Golden Sword Sect and the disciples of the Yunmo Sect have seen the power of the bamboo cutter, and now they have already started to tear each other apart. No one dares to take it lightly and hold a weapon.
Surround the mourning hall and prevent the bamboo cutters from escaping.
"The sword skills are really beautiful, but it's a pity that the people of the Demon Sect are not allowed to live in this world." Song Xiao sighed in admiration and took out the extremely narrow sword again, "Put down your sword, follow me back to Yunwu Mountain, and tell me the information about the Demon Sect.
It can save one life."
The bamboo cutter didn't understand what these people were talking about, so he just said: "I don't know the tofu grinder, and I didn't kill Uncle Wang. You have wronged me."
"Whether it's unfair or not, let's wait until we go to Yunwu Mountain to decide."
While Song Xiao was speaking, he stabbed out with a knife. He was a top-notch master in Yunzhou. His sword skills were not comparable to those of Wang Yuanwei and ordinary Yunmo Sect disciples. The blade was fast and steady, reaching the vital point.
The bamboo cutter was simple-minded, but at this moment he knew that it was useless to argue. He would suffer a lot if he was really caught. While using his knife to block Song Xiao's narrow knife, he said: "Oh, I didn't kill Uncle Wang."
, you have to believe me. But if you don’t believe me, I can’t go with you, I have something to do.”
"Whether or not you leave is not up to you."
Song Xiao's first sword was blocked, his expression remained unchanged, but he secretly said in his heart: "Master Nephew Qi told me before, it's right. This bamboo cutter has deep internal strength and superb swordsmanship. He is already a top-notch expert in the world. He is really a thief of the Demon Cult."
Evil sect. But I have been famous in Yunzhou for many years, how can I let you leave like this?
He immediately acted with all his strength, without any hesitation due to the opponent's age.
There was a clank, and there was another collision of blades. With each collision, Song Xiao felt that the impact on his arm was a little greater than the last time. By the time they collided more than thirty times, the hand holding the knife was already numb.